Who Shot Me? - YG

Who shot me?

Motherfucker, who shot me?

I don’t know who shot me

Motherfucker who shot me?

I’m like, «Damn, did the homies set me up?»

'Cause we ain’t really been talking much

I know that sounds sick, my thoughts dark as fuck

Like the barrel of that pistol I saw when he sparked it up

Prolly was mad as fuck when I walked out the hospital

Stupid-ass motherfuckers, thinking they was going to stop Jizzle

Had my pops mad, my mama sad, my sister feel bad

My lil' bro still mad, somebody got to pay for that

My granny’s prayers work

'Cause it could’ve got worse, I’m talking pictures on the shirt

When the shots went off, I thought the spot was deserted

But nah, everybody in the spot was just nervous

I don’t like that, nah, I don’t like that, we can’t go right back

So many niggas ready to go, we can go war with Iraq

They knew the code to my gate, that was awkward

Answer this, I got a million dollars

Who shot me?

Motherfucker, who shot me?

I don’t know who shot me

Who shot me?

Motherfucker, who shot me?

Motherfucker, who shot me?

I don’t know who shot me

Who shot me?

Maybe it 'cause I fucked Jamal bitch and I knew if he found out

Her scary ass was gon' tell him about my hideout

Yeah, they really came to the front door

But luckily we had something fatter than this nine out

Or maybe it was the nigga that I socked out

When he hit me first, I shoulda been knocked out

All these maybe, maybe, maybe, maybes

I’m about to say fuck it and start squeezing without aiming

I got trust issues if I don’t fuck with dude

My body language gon' tell him I don’t fuck with you

I can’t sleep at night, this shit unbomfortable

Having nightmares of me coming for dude

Having a hard time putting together two and two

They was in a brand new truck, somebody sent them dudes

They knew the code to my gate, that was awkward

Answer this, I got a million dollars

Who shot me?

Motherfucker, who shot me?

I don’t know who shot me

Who shot me?

Motherfucker, who shot me?

Motherfucker, who shot me?

I don’t know who shot me

Who shot me?

Staring out the window

Smoking on this indo 'cause I don’t know

Who did it, but I know this

Bullets don’t just go where the wind blows

So I’m looking under my nose

Hate always comes from up close

But they can’t stand me though

Niggas ain’t do no damage, though, you know, nigga?

Nigga bounced up that motherfuckin' hospital the same night

Walked that shit off like a motherfucker in a gang supposed to, nigga, feel me?

Like my mama asked me, nigga, like, «Boy what’s wrong with you, nigga?

«(Motherfucker shot me)

Nah, mama (But these motherfuckers can’t stop me)

Nah, mama, just got to walk it off, mama

Who shot me?

After all the wicked shit I did

I knew karma was gon' catch up with a nigga

Damn, I ain’t know it was gon' happen like this

Some niggas really tried to set me up

I know shit get wicked in the street sometimes

Like I said, «You never know when it might brack off»

But I guess God has some other plans for me

'Cause that shit ain’t stop me